When Cynthia finished speaking, she finally caught a flicker of approval deep in Dominic’s eyes.
Noticing that his expression had softened, she let out the breath she’d been holding.
Dominic looked away from her. “You’re not as naïve as I thought. But, honestly, anyone who could date a man like that for seven years can’t be all that clever either.”
Cynthia fell silent.
All those years in that relationship had left a stain she’d never be able to wash off. Bad luck didn’t even begin to cover it.
Dominic’s lips curled in a subtle, almost imperceptible smile. He picked up the tablet from the table and handed it to her.
“Since you’re able to report all this to me, I assume you already have a plan. Handle it as you see fit—I’ll judge by the results.”
Cynthia reached out with both hands to take the tablet. “Thank you for trusting me, Mr. Holloway. I promise you’ll be satisfied with the outcome.”
Dominic’s brows drew together. He shot her a sidelong glance, the disapproval clear in his eyes.
Cynthia blinked in confusion. She was sure she hadn’t said anything wrong, so why did he look so annoyed?
Dominic gave her a cold, dismissive look, then turned away and focused on his laptop, pointedly ignoring her.
Awkwardly, Cynthia shifted her feet, completely unaware of what she’d done to provoke him.
Working for a man like this really was like walking on eggshells.
She took a steadying breath, summoned her courage, and made her request.
“Mr. Holloway, the office space on my floor is still empty. Would you consider sending a few people over? At the moment, almost everyone at VistaSphere Group is loyal to Benedict. I only have Frank, my assistant, who’s actually on my side.”
Dominic didn’t respond.
Cynthia pressed on: “If your people come in early, they can get familiar with the company. When I finish my task and leave, the transition will be much smoother for Holloway Enterprises.”
Everything she said was for the sake of making it easier for Holloway Enterprises to take over VistaSphere Group.
Dominic had no reason to say no.
Dominic’s voice rang out, calm and steady. “Eat before you go.”
Cynthia was about to refuse when he cut her off with a single sentence: “We set an extra place for you.”
There was no room for argument.
Left with no choice, Cynthia quietly accepted.
As Dominic stood up from his chair, his gaze landed on her bare feet, and he paused for a moment.
Following his gaze, Cynthia glanced down and gave an awkward little laugh. “I couldn’t find any shoe covers when I came in.”
Dominic frowned. “There’s a pair of slippers right by the door, isn’t there?”
Cynthia fumbled for an excuse, still smiling. “I must’ve missed them. Honestly, it’s fine—my feet are cooler this way.”
She’d never dare touch the lady of the house’s things. She knew where the boundaries lay, at least.
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